Meenas PoemsGood being in the nature
being so in the feature
hard to find in all creatures
a quality hard to reach
being easy to breach
easier to ditch
would cause no hitch
as it could be stitched
mended many a time almost
donned by everyone at the utmost
the goodness is wonderful innermost
not seen vibrant in the exterior
lights up and brightens the interior
well, it is a criteria all the way superior.
It is a long time in absence
want to impress my presence
I am here with no reference
my poems do make a difference
as they are spontaneous
come from the soul instantaneous
never do I deliberate continuous
nor do I write anything ambiguous
they being plain and poetic
being 
simple and rhythmic
never do I indulge in didactic
my writings are simple and modest
well, I write in all earnest
could at times provoke fun and zest.
The beauty lies not in fairness
mostly not on the features alone
the nose being sharp and pointed
the eyes like a fish in shape
the lips so thin and soft as a petal
the chin neither rounded or pointed
the cheeks cherubic and rosy
the forehead not broad or narrow
all these go to make a person pretty
being not a doubt in the context
not that alone shows up as loveliness
being the personality and the poise
being the frame and the look
count on the majestic appearance
the way one behaves with dignity
add to the charm in the fullest
that be the best form of beauty
would I vouchsafe in all sensibility.
A face of beauty
a face of kindness
a face of loveliness
a face reflects duty
a face could tell
not only the qualities
indicate the quantities
that of more in a way
that of less in a stay
the mirth in a mood
the grief with a brood
all could tell you
who you are
the face displays brilliance
commands a reverence
rises up in knowledge
casts down in bondage
face is a remarkable quip
you cannot easily 
skip.
Love is dimensional
purely a feel in the take
could be optional.
Love is faith
seen all throughout the days
could be devotion.
Love is infatuation
felt in a day in excess
could be lust.
Love is amour
experienced with great affability
could be affection.
Love is subtle
as perceived through modesty
could be fine.
it is the treatment
advance they become
with years in the turn
the one that was new
the one that was the best
the one that was expensive
become secondary
new techniques come up
the old is sidelined
branded as harmful
imagine the patient treated
a feel of let down
a thought of having been misled
crowd his mind all the more
could be a setback in the fore.
Honour is conferred
for recognition in special fields
accept with dignity.
Honour is honourable
not to be returned irrationally
debilitating in itself.
Received with pride
hold it with a dignity
return is dishonourable.
It is a random way
a count with a free force
one, two, three goes
the counting in a way.
It could be a quick check
could be a speedy verify
would like to signify
a halt in the deck.
It being a calculation
with no formulas
just a simple flow
a not so compelling recitation.
The one, two, three count
being an old way in all
would never lead to a fall
as it is well conceives in a bound.
The oil lamp burns
with the light up
emits a modest light
a moderate shine
dispels darkness
ignites brightness
not in an incite
with not much ado
a quiet flicker
withstanding the time
brilliance in a limitation
a pride very ambiguous
the oil lamps are lit
on the day of karthigai
where the Hindus worship
the Gods with a piety
who in turn bless the devotees
with wisdom, wealth and health
every deal is interwoven with religion
that be the asset of the Hindu religion.
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alking of money is her obsession
talks of nothing else in procession
money and jewels come in the front
thus she earns all people’s brunt
tells of her wealth in no real terms
one here and one there in a voice firm
worth about millions in value
earns a very fat revenue
goes on with her accounting
while the jewels come in the scoring
diamonds and gold costs her so much
silver and platinum mounts up as such
her total net worth is beyond reach
well, she talks so with a screech
money to her is all that matters
others do not exist in her incessant chatter
now people run away from her in no time
when they see her approaching with her rhymes.
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